Hello Cruel World

{What happens when the intoxication of success evaporates?} Your popularity contest is veiled as a revolution. Wallow in misery, suffer your celebrity. Hold your status above me. Hold it high above me. Wallow in misery, suffer your celebrity. You hold a special place in my heart with handshakes and smiling faces......as all your actions, they have a reason. Premeditated compliments. Your life- contorted, contrived- and you play the part so WELL. In their lives I've seen compromise, but I will not compromise. Your game, your rules, you win...I am their slave, I am a pawn in this game. (and your) LABELS make the best TARGETS. Persecution is its own reward, so still your carry your cross for all to see. Why live without your AUDIENCE? In their lives I've seen compromise, but I will not compromise. COMPLACENT SLAVE.